My Revolt

-By Immaculata Daikpor

What must I do when this foreign world

is against me?

Take up arms or cover?

Break down or play indifferent?

Yet that may be when I have found my footing on

this map.

I do not know this world yet

or its norms and conventions.

I’m but an observer

As life plays solitaire before my very eyes.

I am new to this world where I influence nothing,

my charisma is useless,

my aura unfelt.

Yet I was in search of another being and not finding,

I am in revolt.

Not renegade style with machetes and arrows,

But a silent revolt

Against my former being

Against my reserve, my solitude

Because my silence was too loud;

The strength of its voice filled my head

It was there in my thoughts, opinions and views

And it made me weak,

Defenseless when perhaps I should have fought back.

Consequently, I am an irate warrior

Fighting unseen battles

So my life may no longer unfold before me

Without me.
But the bashful me is relentless

She thinks, ‘One is a foreigner but a short while

You will adapt to this world 

Where though powerless and shunned,

You find peace in your reserve.’

And so I think, quickly in my fortress

Before reasoning hits me again:

I like to be weak at times.

Strength is demanding and insatiable,

But weakness is content and mild

A push-over and a puppet;

So I will reign in my silence

Monarch of my two polities

I will be strong and mild,

Weak and firm

Reigning over two worlds,

The best of both.

P.S: Immaculata is a teenage wonderful writer, you can read her previous work here.

Happy Birthday Immaculata!